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i thought you left. i thought you got tired. i thought you lose hope in me.
you grab me by my hand. with so much carefulness. with so much gentleness. with so much uneasiness. like i am a fragile glass. like i am a paper falling down the sea. like i am a rose in a dark forest.
i ask, why'd you do that?
i too have life, he answered.
oh, i said, right.
didn't i promised u? he replied. i'll be here waiting, don't worry. . .
i thought you leave me like everyone did. but you are here now, alive and smiling. you are here now, promising me you'll always come back.
YOU ARE READING
a writer's tear can write a book
Poetry". . . but if being sad is the only way to make myself write then i would gladly volunteer to be obliterated." genre: poetry // english
